[Jyn is a realist, born out of surviving for the sake of surviving. It's not that she trusts what these gods have told them. It's that everything here seems to revolve around this idea that they need to be intimate in various ways. The why doesn't entirely matter to her. She's still uncomfortable with the entirety of it, but as far as delving deeper, she doesn't think the Empire is involved.
They need bodies, obedience, and forced labor. And while there is a small sense of 'forced' here, for the most part the motive just doesn't seem to match for her. They've gone from one overlord to another in her mind. That's all.
But she doesn't have a chance to vocalize these thoughts. His touch is still a distraction. She pulls a deep breath in through her nose. He doesn't need to say what the other thing is. Jyn might not be the most experienced young woman, but she's not an idiot.
His touch feels good, and it lingers over her hand. If they were back home, she would have snatched it away, but they've been hand in hand long enough now. She remembers what it's like to be touched, as much as she's shut it out for all these years. Still the last thing she wants to come across is inept, so she just quietly stands there for a moment, mulling how best to broach the subject.]
I don't know why they chose me for this sort of thing either. [This time it's not a rejection, just a soft admittance that while she knows what to do, she's not well versed at it.]
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They need bodies, obedience, and forced labor. And while there is a small sense of 'forced' here, for the most part the motive just doesn't seem to match for her. They've gone from one overlord to another in her mind. That's all.
But she doesn't have a chance to vocalize these thoughts. His touch is still a distraction. She pulls a deep breath in through her nose. He doesn't need to say what the other thing is. Jyn might not be the most experienced young woman, but she's not an idiot.
His touch feels good, and it lingers over her hand. If they were back home, she would have snatched it away, but they've been hand in hand long enough now. She remembers what it's like to be touched, as much as she's shut it out for all these years. Still the last thing she wants to come across is inept, so she just quietly stands there for a moment, mulling how best to broach the subject.]
I don't know why they chose me for this sort of thing either. [This time it's not a rejection, just a soft admittance that while she knows what to do, she's not well versed at it.]